Feng Nai didn't think about it that much this time.

It's just that after listening to his brother's words, he simply doesn't want someone to stay by himself.

The one who hesitated was Mo Bei.

Look at the man's slightly bent waist and leaning over his head.

The hair quality is so good that it makes you want to reach out and touch it.

After Mo Bei restrained such thoughts, he hooked his apron and put it on Feng Nai's neck.

But in that case, it is inevitable that the distance between the two people will be very close.

Feng Nai didn't expect it to be so close, as soon as he raised his eyes, his forehead touched Mo Bei's, his snort was against each other, and even his breath was the breath of the other party.

Both of them were a meal.

Then, Feng Nai smiled, somewhat seductive, it seems that there can be such a thing as wearing an apron often in the future.

Mo Bei was calm in the end, ignoring the fact that his heartbeat had missed half of his heart just now, and he opened the distance with a face.

I don't know when it started.

Something was starting to get out of her control.

Mo Bei knew that this was not a good sign.

It's time to stop.

She told herself that she couldn't go on like this.

Mo Bei withdrew his gaze, and most of his thoughts were on adjusting the sauce.

It's been like this since before.

In addition to playing games, cooking can also help her be emotionally stable.

The white sugar soy milk on the sesame paste will have a better aroma after stirring.

Such a familiar taste really calmed Mo Bei's heart a lot.

Three people, two big and one small, eat shabu-shabu around a hot pot, and the more they eat, the more delicious they feel.

At the bottom of the broth, there is no red oil and spicy to say.

There were six or seven large and small plates on the table.

After putting the sesame sauce of Mobei characteristics in the porcelain white bowl, then take a chopstick mutton from the soup pot and add a few drops of chili oil, the entrance is full of fragrant, chew it a few times, the fragrance of mutton can enter the root of the tongue, the sauce also has a slight sweetness, and the delicious people can't wait to clip the second chopsticks immediately.

In the past, Feng Nai would dislike the fishy smell of mutton, but today he eats more than anyone else.

The little milk is even more sweaty.

The little flowing sea of the trend is a little deformed because of the sweat on his head, but it doesn't affect his cuteness at all.

Mo Bei originally thought that they couldn't finish the three bags of mutton, but later found that she seemed to have underestimated the combat effectiveness of the big and small ones, and put some greens and noodles into the broth.

If anything, it's changed.

In the past, when Feng Da Shao came, it was Mo Bei who would let him wash the dishes.

Now Feng Dashao has automatically cleaned up the desktop.

It's just that the cleanliness has not improved in the slightest, and you have to wear a pair of transparent gloves.

It's the first time Mo Bei has seen anyone wash dishes like they're taking a poster.

Under the slightly curled shirt sleeves is the well-structured forearm.

Probably this person has such an aura.

Stand there, even if you're washing the dishes.

are all handsome like stars in a movie.

No wonder his fans call him a tearing man.

The so-called tearing man, as the name suggests, is a man who tears off a comic book and comes out of it.

Mo Bei realized that his attention was on a certain god again, and his eyes deepened.

In addition, the little grandmother didn't know what was going on this time, so she didn't want to stay overnight, and after dinner, she obediently let the driver pick it up.

In this way, once again, there were only two people left in the room, her and Feng Nai.

It was nothing before, but now, Mo Bei raised his eyes and glanced at the side face of the man...